Chapter Fifteen

This is the final chapter. I've had fun writing this and I hope you're happy with results. My first fanfic is finally completed. If you have any ideas for new stories post in the reviews.

France gasped. "Wha? Did I hear an insult?" Britain looked at him. "Do I really have to wake up to you saying something so absurd?" France nodded, tearing up. "Yes. You do."

Britain snorted. "Well in that case-" America grabbed and squeezed him. "I hate you! I thought you were dead!" He sobbed obnoxiously. Britain embraced him. "Are you really crying?" He chuckled. America looked at him, his bottom lip trembling. "Shut up! You know I can't help it!" He held the older country even tighter. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry about leaving! I'm sorry about 1812! I'm sorry about your nasty scones-" Britain pushed him away. "Talk about my scones, will ya?" America sniffled. "They really are nasty."

Britain stood and began the attempt to brush off his clothes. France hugged him from behind. "We all love you." Britain shoved him off. "Don't bother; the moment's gone." France shook his finger at him. "Now, now, Britain. We're all very relieved to see you okay." He smiled. Britain narrowed his eyes. "Yes, I enjoyed being hunted down like a criminal and nearly killed by that wanker over there." He was referring to Russia who was standing there smiling creepily.

Japan held his back. "Ugh, my old bones…" China laughed. "Ha! I see time has finally caught up with you! Old island!" Japan stared at him with a calm anger. "You're older than me." China gave him a solemn look. "Life…is it okay? Have you reached your goals? Have you done what you've intended to do?" Japan looked at him. He was silent for a while. "In a way…" China smiled friendly. "There's my Japan. Never gives a straight answer."

Germany cleared his throat, and everyone looked at him. "Well, if everyone's okay…let's get down to business." The atmosphere began to tense. America stepped up. "You stay away from Britain! If you touch him, I swear-" Germany held his hand up for silence. "Let me finish. There isn't a law that prohibits witchcraft, but it is dangerous considering the events that have occurred. I think we should make regulations." Britain grimaced at the fact of not being able to use magic freely. He looked at Russia. He still had that unsettling grin. If he had any oppositions to that, he definitely didn't show it. I suppose it's necessary. It's best to protect everyone else. Especially from him.

America raised a fist into the air. "All right! We're going out! Dinner's on me!" He ushered everyone toward the door. Japan paused. "Wait. I just thought about something. Who will be paying for the damage?" Everyone surveyed the room in a guilty silence. After a moment, France sighed. "Listen, I'm tired. Let's just get something to eat and we can discuss it in the morning. I'm really in need for a glass of wine." Italy smiled. "Sì! And I know the perfect wine for you to try, Brother France! –we are going to an Italian restaurant, right?"

Germany rubbed his chin. "I was hoping for a more German atmosphere." France shook his head in contempt. "No one feels like getting hit in the head with a beer!"

"Sushi sounds nice," Japan chimed in. "Eggrolls!" China shouted. "What are you talking about, Bro? We're eating burgers tonight!" Britain thought and offered. "Perhaps I could whip something up." Everyone in the room quickly declined the offer. And they all closed the door behind them.